Wednesday, November 01, 2006
-Dont say its not the same-Pangseh! The council has been lamblasting me about skipping their gatherings, but i promise to you all its innocent, bad coincidences. I was telling elaine after she started ignoring for having to forgo another gathering this saturday that i would so cut myself and let all the blood gush out so they could feel half the guilt (actually i think they will be laughing) that im feeling for not meeting up.You know, i got miss you all lahhh. When i converse about junior college dramas with the other soldiers of my camp and they start chidding about you know, councillors (councillor, councillor, we hate the council motif high on their forehead), their expressions do change you know, after i narrate stories of what we did together for all sorts of events and all. The ones where i directed my first video for grad night, that special treasure hunt (CSI style b4 the show became hot) during orientation, the fireworks, tears, smiles, toil and all. I just miss all these planning and hope we can do it all over again without the stress of exams haunting us this time round. I want to help sell Saint tee-shirts all over again and brag about our amazing sales achieved in a week again even though not a single cent is going to my pocket, use the council room as a haven for hiding before i go to my chinese class late again on purpose (I didnt know my chinese teacher's surname after a year and a half in the school). Plus so , so much more.Dont be mistaken, my class was fantastic. Everyone's unique character seemed to represent a different part of an article that was made to be magnificent as a whole in the end. But in my home section deep inside, council did too hog some of the headliners frequently. God i miss Jc life. And dont scold me anymore lahh. Christmas coming! heh
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